“Blow outta here,” Briony repeated, suddenly giggling. “I like that.” It was better than boring old ‘go away’. She needed to say that to Hayden and Airla and maybe even her parents. Let them ask where she learned it. She’d tell them and everything. The demon lady on the bridge, Mommy. She did blink maybe just a little when she realised that the other demon had said ‘dead man’ and was shouting at thin air, not a legionary, but then there were those psychics that saw ghosts and stuff, right? They had a name. Briony just didn’t really care enough to remember it. She was still going to ask. “Dead man like a ghosty dead man? Or eats-the-dead man?” Because if it was actually the last one, all the nearest legionaries just seemed to be eating and not being annoying. Now that she was looking at them properly, she noticed there was a certain distance put between her and them. She hated it when people moved away like that. So she took a very deliberate step closer. They could just stay uncomfortable.
This demon was dressed all… pretty. In a good way. Briony kicked at the ground with the toe of her pink crocs. She thought maybe Mommy was trying to dress her to be more friendly-looking. Which was fine and all, but just because she looked it, didn’t make it so. And she was going to make sure that these crocs were scuffed to all hell by the time she got home. She could try putting them on a dead body and feeding them to a legionary. “It’s like a petting zoo! Only a kazillion times better. The stupid goats don’t try to eat your shirt.” Oh, she wanted to go to a regular petting zoo with Bubbles. But a… museum of music? The little demon tilted her head. “How’d I know if they’re demons unless something’s showing?” Her tail swung out from under her dress to make a point. A forked point, really. Most people thought she was weird, yeah, but they still thought she was just a little girl. They were sort of right. They were just missing the demon bit. She didn’t see how a camera would notice if people didn’t. Unless! Unless Daniel had a rock band or something. Now that would be funny. She would have to ask him now. “Yeah. I didn’t have a name and then some lady asked what it was and stuck me in an orphanage.” The streets were sort of better. Sort of. Well, they had been when she was littler. But her tone put across rather clearly that she thought the action was uncalled for. “Persephone’s a cool name – and I know what jazz is. Daddy listens to it when he’s in a good mood. He never listens to it for very long.” She smirked at that fact, but nodded enthusiastically at the rest. Yes, she wanted to know what Persephone was. Excess… “How does that one work?” She hadn’t known there were Demons of Excess. “And yeah. I’m Fear. An actually little Fear.” Briony reached out to pet a legionary that likely didn’t want her anywhere near it any more. Tough. “I’m nine. But there’s this shepherd in my class and she’s really a grown up.” Her smile brightened beneath eyes that suddenly flashed black, then white. “We get away with murder!” The burst of giggles that followed caused the demon she was petting to skitter away. Briony just wiped her hand on her dress.